Music of Our Years
Don't you remember the summer when we first woo each other, and, that same summer we made out?
We were so pure to the ways of life, my love, don't you remember?
Don't you remember my love, the day we laid hidden in a vast cornfield, hobnobbing with the true armyworms?
The smell of rotten flesh from the highway, a mile away was cruel to our nostrils, but soon became accustomed. Nothing could disperse our rhapsody.
Our bodies were on fire, as we scramble to remove our clothes. With great peremptory measures, we tried to swallow each other tongue. It was glorious .
I felt your hot hands all over me, and I traveled to the sun and back Our minds were one, and our bodies became one as we pleasure each other to the rhythmic, and repeated patterns of that of a gusty drum.
Let your mind, my love, travel back to the time when; we were still crazy in love through all the hard and treacherous times, and we sang not one sorrowful song. our love stood bravely against this ruinous world.
Squeeze my hand, dear love, if you remember how the divine sparks of our love created beautiful progenies to leave this musical legacy of our love.
Now that the light of the eve of our years are fading, the musical splendor of our love is everlasting, and ever sounding like Beethoven Moonlight Sonata
Sleep deep and soundless my love, in confident that the music of our love is so tender and eternal.
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